Every time the d*ldo pushed deep into my an*s, every time his fingers pressed down on the exact spot of weakness in my v*ginal wall, I felt a rush of pleasure that took my breath away and made my eyes sing.

“Ahhh…ugh!”

“I’ll stop when I’m done. You s*ck it so good.”

Cane said in a serious voice. But he didn’t seem to care if I s*cked or not. His entire attention seemed to be focused on my bottom.

I didn’t have the presence of mind to do more than hold his p*nis and s*ck it.

With difficulty, I pushed his p*nis into my mouth, and the fingers pressing against my v*ginal walls grew to three. The v*ginal wall biting down on his fingers forced them to spread further.

“Hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph.”

Squelch, squelch, squelch. My p*ssy hole and my an*s began to be stimulated at the same time. I loved the rhythmic pounding of my hole.

“Haaaaaaahh!”

I cl*maxed again. The p*nis I’d been s*cking into my mouth bounced out, smearing the corners of my mouth with saliva and juices. He continued to s*ck on my gaping hole and an*s for a while, teasing and teasing until my shuddering stopped, and then, with a snap, it slipped into my obscene hole.

“You can’t s*ck it, so I’m going to put it back in your p*ssy.”

He slipped off my body. His languid eyes scanned my face, which was a mess of tears, spit, and bile. The sight of me, soaked to the skin, was enough to make him lust.

“Why do you look so naughty, Doctor?”

Cane pointed his gl*ns at the entrance to my p*ssy, and I was already helpless as my legs were spread wide by his hand. I didn’t have the strength to move, except for my v*ginal walls, which twitched at the feel of the blunt gl*ns.

“Ha!”

I squeeze my eyes shut against the pressure of his p*nis as it begins to slide in. His p*nis was in my hole, root and all.

The walls of my v*gina, still swollen from climax and pleasure, felt even tighter than when we’d first started having s*x. Cane let out a low moan as he pushed in.

Puck, puck, puck, he grabbed my legs as if he couldn’t wait and eagerly inserted himself. I could only sway in time to his movements. My moans, which came reflexively, sounded pathetic.

“Ha, ha, ha, so, so, hot. Here.”

Cane, on the other hand, was panting as he increased the pace of his thrusts, sweat dripping from his chin and trickling down my chest and stomach. The way he looked at me was like an animal. I felt like I was being eaten, not having s*x.

The hand that had been gripping my leg came up and grabbed my quivering br*ast, squeezing it tightly. The sensitive flesh twisted and turned.

“Aaah, aaah!”

His moans grew louder. His grip on my p*ssy tightened.

Cane threw his head back, quickening the pace of his teasing hips. Puck, puck, puck, I feel like I’m going to break somewhere. It’s weird when he’s pounding into me so hard, all I can feel is pleasure, pleasure, pulsing through my brain. I’m so penetrated, I’m coming.

“Aaaaahhhh!”

“Hmph…ugh!”

As he continued to penetrate me, twisting and rubbing my er*ect n*pples, I arched my back in another org*sm.

Clutching my br*asts, Cane rammed his c*ck deep into my p*ssy, releasing his thick cum.

He slowly collapsed on top of me, his big body straining against mine.

Cane did strange things now and then, and this was one of them. Wrapped around me, he rolled off of me and onto his side. His whole body was drenched in sweat like he’d just finished a grueling workout, and his exhalation had an oddly sweet undertone.

“Let’s wash up. Doctor.”

Not content to lie still, Cane scrambled to his feet and pulled me up with him.

I sagged, startled, and reflexively threw my arms around Cane’s neck.

I’ll never get used to him acting so spontaneously.

He stumbled into the bathroom and lifted me into the tub. Hot water gurgled from the faucet. Cane slid in front of me and sat down.

He stretched his long legs out on either side of me and leaned back in the tub, relaxed. His lazy expression reflected the satisfaction of s*x. With his legs spread, I could see his p*nis under the water, still half er*ect.

I became self-conscious and hugged my curled body tighter. I was embarrassed by the way I was facing him. Cane’s mouth opened as he stared at me.

“I need to scrape out all the s*men.”

It came out. The sly one.

“I’ll do it.”

“I’m tired of you being so stubborn every time.”

Cane pulled on my wrists and sat my body down in front of him. Our facing bodies were turned over in an instant. His p*nis touched somewhere above my hip. It’s a part of my body I’m used to seeing and touching all the time, but for this moment it’s strangely foreign.

I wouldn’t have minded this unexpected shower if Cane had behaved himself throughout the entire bath. But Cane seemed intent on giving me an embarrassing cleanup. Whether it’s part of his training or the uncharacteristic attention he often displays, I’m still trying to figure it out.

“Ah…!”

His hand suddenly slid into my p*ssy, and my legs clenched at the sensation of warm water seeping in. Cane’s hand slid in and out of my hole, still slippery with liquid. He rubbed every inch as if he was washing me.

My exhausted body didn’t heat up, but my sensitive v*ginal walls twitched and quivered at his touch. After scraping off some of the s*men, Cane’s hand slipped away.

“Ha…”

I let out the breath I’d been holding.

Cane’s lips nipped and smacked painfully at my neck and shoulder. He laughed softly as I winced at the tickling sensation.

“Cane, why are you washing me?”

He seemed to be in a good mood, so I worked up the courage to ask him a question. It was a question I normally wouldn’t have asked.

“You’re supposed to wash after s*x,” he replied as if he didn’t understand my question.

“It’s unusual for you to shower together.”

I must have gotten carried away. Either I’m out of line or Cane’s gotten a lot more comfortable. I’m guessing the latter. After a day of interacting with him, this man who was so intimidating at first now feels a little familiar.

He pushes me during s*x without ej*culating, but he’s not directly violent or unnecessarily oppressive. Sure, he threw a syllabus at me without showing me the bathroom when I first arrived… but that seemed to stem from Cane’s wild whims.

He didn’t persecute me too much as long as I listened to him and behaved myself, and the more I showed myself to be writhing under the pleasure he gave me, addicted to s*x with him, the more lenient he became.

“What about me?”

Cane asked, cupping my br*asts lazily.

“Mmm…ha… I never thought we’d bathe together, at least not with this much affection.”

His hand lightly stroked my er*ect n*pples, as if playfully, and they slowly rose again, flattened by the warm water. He couldn’t help but look down at them. As Cane had said, they were light pink, but they had become redder with his touch.

“I might not want to admit it, but I’m a little in love with you.”

Cane whispered, nibbling lightly at my ear. It was the first time he’d ever told me how he felt about me, and my ears perked up. His playful n*bbling on my n*pple bothered me, but after a few spectacular orgasms, it was nothing I couldn’t handle.

“I was very hormonal at first. Theo likes you, so I got a little of that because I’m not affected by it. We share the same body, the same brain, and it made me feel dirty, so I thought I’d give you a hard time whenever you came over…”

Cane’s tone was still grumpy, but I wasn’t shaking with fear anymore.

I turned my head to look up at him. His dark eyes were looking down at me, too. Our gazes locked. I didn’t look away.

“I liked you the moment I saw you. You are so beautiful. Our body’s compatible. You’re good in s*x.”

There was a twinkle in Cane’s eye that told me he thought I was funny. It was a little weird to like him, but it was clear he liked me more than he disliked me.

“So there’s a lot I can’t do to be more likable.”

Cane smiled sheepishly and frowned slightly.

I swallowed hard. If I wanted to be more assertive around here… what the hell would I do, and how would I do it? It’s bad enough as it is.

I decided that I should continue to play nice and not annoy him.

“There’s no need to make it worse.”

I grabbed his hand that was holding my br*ast and turned all the way around to face him. I sat on my knees, my body fitting easily between his legs.

“Because I’m staying with you.”

Cane smiled, one lip turned up at an angle.

“You have no choice but to stay by my side.”

He believed I was completely addicted to having s*x with them. The constant training and repetition had taken its toll, and today alone I had been pushed to my limits, exhausted by the overwhelming pleasure. He was convinced that my mind was consumed with thoughts of the time I would spend with the three men. The pleasure he gave me was often excessive.

But right now I was still pretty grounded. I hadn’t fully realized how cunning and strong I could be. During s*x, my mind would go blank and I couldn’t think at all. However, once it was over and I was left alone, I would always think about what I needed to do. Slowly but surely, I was getting closer to my goals.